Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Gong,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.